He blocked her kiss with his hand. She fled to Sweden. Now they’re stuck in a lab together for ninety days.
AUDREY I tried to kiss Logan Whitman. Chicago’s hottest tech genius. The man I’d been fantasizing about for months. He literally put his palm over my face like a human stop sign.
So I did what any rational woman would do. I ran away to Sweden for three months and pretended it never happened. But now I’m back, and there’s an FDA crisis only I can fix. Ninety days. One tiny lab.
And the man who apparently finds me so repulsive he had to physically block my mouth from touching his. I can survive this. I’ve survived worse. Probably.
LOGAN She thinks I rejected her. She has no idea I’ve never kissed anyone. I’m thirty-four. I have two PhDs. I can hack any system in the world.
But I panicked during what would have been my first kiss because my brain decided to blue-screen at the worst possible moment.
Now I have ninety days to save a billion-dollar deal, work beside the woman I’ve been in love with since I read her paper on neural signal degradation, and somehow explain that I’m not disgusted by her—I’m just a virgin who short-circuited.
She’s been running from me for three months. I’m done letting her go.
